The paladin entered the clearing and found the cultists, just as he expected. The black-robed figures turned with eerie synchronicity as he drew his sword. They intercepted him with raised daggers while their leader continued the sacrifice.
“The Moon is up!” The old man’s shouts echoed strangely in the night.
“The time is right!”
The paladin fought his way through the maddened crowd.
“We’re gathered here…”
“That’s enough,” The paladin said as he cut down the officiant. He picked up the girl. She’d be alright. But he was going to have that damn song stuck in his head for weeks.

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